*wakes up and heads downstairs*

*notices his stockpile of herbs, both medicinal and recreational dwindling a bit*

*figures it's a nice enough day so heads out to the woods*

*wanders down the pub in a daze*

*has slight issues walking properly*

RIGHT!!

Beren and I are off to Lorien to go on a quest for Irmo's Mystic Stash!!!

ANY HOT CHICKS CARE TO ACCOMPANY US!??!? :D :D :D

*is a free peredhel*

*goes off to revel in said freedom*

*wakes up early*

*gets himself a cup of tea and wanders off into the garden*

*sits, watching the clouds move by, sipping the warm beverage*

*is happy and content*

*really happy and content*

*... and actually really bored... :S*

*looks at the registry book*

Uhm, Aragorn? Isildur's staying at the pub. And he's a twat. And Sauron stepped on him. So bring some athelas.

*sends a note to Turco*

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*is drawn out of the house by the afternoon sun*

*gives in to the urge to bask in it and is soon relaxing in a deck chair, smoking*

*remains annoyed that despite being VERY reasonable Turco and whoever the hell was aiding him have yet to compensate him in any way over the damage to his property*

*pens a swift note to Ingwe*

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